Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2013 06:53:40 +0100 From: keith farrell Subject: Slave One Part 4 Slave 165 chapter 4 This is a fiction story, all characters and events are fictional, so any resemblance with reality is a coincidence. This is a homoerotic story that includes slavery and humiliation intended to entertain adults. If you are offended by this content don't read it. It is also recommended that you check in your jurisdiction the legal age to read it. Important note: If you read this story you are certifying that you have the legal age to read it. Thanks to my editor Donny, who has helped me keep this story on track. Graeme I watched as master cooked and did the few things I was asked to do. Master was very good at showing me the correct way to cook the dish that he was making. It seemed so easy and smelt so nice. Master is a better cook than my mother. I was very surprised that master said I would eat the same food as him, he said that as I was going to learn how to cook for him, and that I needed to know how the food should be done and what it must taste like. It was a simple dinner of noodles, meat and vegetables with mushrooms. The herbs and spices gave off a wonderful smell. We sat down to eat at the dining room table. Master seemed troubled; he hardly talked throughout the meal. What surprised me the most, master does not seem to drink wine, he drinks water, but there are a number of bottles of wine in a rack. Had that been in my parent's home, those would have been empty by now. I asked master about this and he just said although he enjoys wine he will not open a bottle unless he is having a dinner party. I hope he never has a dinner party. I like eating with him and I am sure I would have to serve everybody. I hope he will allow me to wear some clothes if he does have a dinner party. After dinner, without being told, I collected the dishes and took them into the kitchen for cleaning, I asked master if he wanted coffee or anything. He said yes he would like some and told me I may have a cup of coffee at the same time, but that I should finish the cleaning of the dishes before we have coffee. Master settled down to watch a little bit of TV. When I came in with the coffee, it seemed as if master was sleeping but he woke up as soon as I put his coffee down. Master had me sit next to him on the couch and we watch a program. Master switched off the TV and said it is time to shower before bed, but first I had to wash the cups we had used. By the time I had gotten to the bathroom, master was already in the shower. Why does he shower so much? Before I became a slave, we bathed twice a week, now master has us shower twice a day. Master brushed his teeth while I showered, I had to be quick but at the same time I had to wash all over, and having no body hair made it very easy. I am beginning to like this smooth feeling. I know master could have sex with me at any time he wanted, and when I was reading that book, it seems that any free person can use me anyway they want as well and that I just have to accept that now that I am a slave. I also know that if I work hard for master I know I will be free again. If that happens I will try very hard never to be a slave again. Getting into bed I was surprised when master just rubbed some of that ointment on my bum and told me that we need to sleep, he has a busy day tomorrow. I could not understand that because it is Saturday tomorrow. Ronald Today has been exhausting. I am very surprised at how meek Graeme has become, I expect it is the old story of a new brush cleaning best, and that he will soon get lazy. Again I was very surprised at how he reacted when I started rubbing the ointment on his bum. He seems to be enjoying it. He has a very nice tight little bum. It feels so nice and smooth and I know I said to him that we need to sleep but there are so many thoughts going through my head. When I checked my emails earlier, there was a notice about a house auction tomorrow, and there is a very nice grand old property amongst the auction properties with twenty-seven acres of land, all within fifteen minutes of town. I have decided based on the pictures on the website to bid on that property. If I can get it for a good price I will be very happy and it looks like the bank just wants to get most of their money back as the estimate on the property is very low. It took me a long time to fall asleep last night; I think it was having too much on my mind. Sometime during the night Graeme had cuddled up to me. He had his head on my shoulder and his arm across my chest. This brought back memories of my late spouse who also loved sleeping against me like that. When I woke Graeme up, it was amusing to watch the realisation enter his mind about the way he had cuddled up to a man. He did not jerk away this time, just gave a shy smile and said good morning. We had the normal breakfast after our morning shower and coffee, and then went to brush our teeth. I felt I had to get Graeme used to good hygiene, I know that when he was in court, I could smell him, a sweaty cigarette smoke smell, so I had decided to teach him how to keep himself clean. Is it something that straights don't mind, a smelly body? Most gay guys that I know would not allow themselves to be dirty and smelly. Thank goodness he is using the deodorant. I gave him his instruction for the morning, I wanted fresh bedding on the bed and the dirty bedding washed and hung up to dry. I reminded him to stay inside and that no one is allowed in when I am not there. It was a nice drive out to the auction house. I knew I would be buying the place unseen just based off of a few photos. Normally this would be a big mistake, but it was one which I felt I should take. Better to use some of the money than to have it in the banks at a low interest rates. Bidding was brisk, but started to stall at the ?330,000 mark. I started in with a bid. The price slowly went up until the property got knocked down to me for ?347,500, plus commission and transfer costs. As there was no other property that I fancied, I left the auction room and went to the office to settle up. They were quite surprised that I was able to settle up that day in full. I did not need a mortgage. Frankly, I had expected to pay nearer the ?500,000 price range for this property, and I expected to spend another couple of hundred thousand on renovating the property. Silly me, I am forgetting that I can use my expected slaves to do most of the heavy work. I will only have to pay for all the materials and a few specialists, to make sure the job is done right. I was assured that it will take a couple of weeks for the transfer to be done but as the property has been paid for they will make arrangements for the keys and a letter of authority from the financial institution authorising me to take possession and to start any renovations to my home. It could only be done on the Monday, so I made the arrangement to be available at three p.m. on Monday. I felt quite pleased with my purchase. I explained that I was going to drive around to look at the property as I had never seen it. Permission was obtained and the security notified that I would be viewing the property sometime during Sunday. I decided on the trip home to stop in at the local supermarket and buy some food for our dinner. Graeme After master left, I got right to work doing all that he wanted me to do. I was surprised at how much I am enjoying getting his home nice and clean, I almost want to get cross when there is something made dirty. I think my friends would be laughing their asses off at me having to do this work, but I now realise how free I am. Master is not hard on me. He just wants his home to be clean. He could have refused to have me as his slave. That scares me, because I have read that the Scottish government has decided to use slaves to clean up the towns. They feel it would be cheaper. I can just imagine how embarrassed they would feel. I felt so much shame at being paraded around that court. I think I would die if I had to work in town and then when the magistrate wanted to have my balls cut off. Wow, that really scared me. I still need my balls, how would I ever be able to enjoy sex if I did not have them? No, I am so glad my master asked that I be allowed to keep them. I think if that had happened, I would have killed myself first chance I got. I see master is trying to be kind to me. Why did I try to get money from him that way? Now I am sure if I just asked, he would have given me some money. I am going to do my best to make him like me; I want him to see that I can be a good person. I know that master has mentioned that I will need to study. I will have to ask him, so that he can make sure I am going to study something that will be of use to him and will help me find a good job when I am free. Master has come home with some things that need putting away, I have asked him if he would like some coffee, he just nodded and sat down. Sometimes when I look master seems distracted, I have noticed that he takes pain pills, I wonder what's wrong? Please don't let him die before I am freed. I am going to ask him what he takes the pills for; maybe I can do something that will help him. Everything is put away, the meat and veggies in the fridge, and the packets put in their places in the cupboards. When I take the coffee in, I have made for both of us, I will ask master if I may sit and talk to him. I asked master about the medicines I see him taking; he says the one is for his blood pressure and that he has been using them for about 25 years. I never knew that blood pressure can be such a problem. Master says that when you start taking the medicines you will take them for life, but it is better than having a stoke. The other medicines are for back pain, he says the nerves to his legs are getting pressed. I did not know, but that must hurt. We had a very nice dinner again and I left everything very clean. Master said that he liked the way I am keeping his home clean and that he does not want to punish me unless I don't do as I am told. Now that I am a slave, I have to do what any free man tells me. I am so glad master allows me to stay in the home and look after the home. I asked Master how does one do the ironing? He said he would show me tomorrow morning. I asked master if he goes to Kirk (church) and master said no. I am very glad because I think if he did, he would want me to go and I have not been to Kirk since I was a little boy. When I went back into the living room, master said I should sit down next to him while watching TV. I sat down and watched the show. I am quite tired after all the work I have done today. I will just close my eyes for a few minutes, I am sure master would not know if I sit nicely. I fell asleep, I woke up when the program ended and I am resting against master. Is he going to be cross, I am not sure, but maybe not because his arm is holding me here, I look up and see master is watching me, but he has a nice smile on his face. Master said he can see that it has been a busy day for me too, and it is time we showered and went to bed. I stood up, and then helped master to stand up. I took our cups to the kitchen and washed them. When I got to the bathroom master was already in the shower, so I brushed my teeth, when I was finished with doing that it was my turn in the shower. I said to master that I need to use the toilet first and that I would use the one in the other bathroom quickly. I was not long, and then went in the shower. When I finished and came into the bedroom, master was already in bed, so I went and climbed into bed next to him. I still cannot believe master has not tried to have sex with me, you read all those things about gay people stealing children and forcing them to have sex. None of that is true, I don't see anything like that in this home and master has been very open about being gay. Ronald I was amused when Graeme sat down, out of the corner of my eye I saw his eyes begin to close, he just seemed to relax. He has done a great job of getting the home cleaned. I know it was not dirty but now everything shines, he seems almost house proud. As he slipped into a deep sleep he started slipping towards me, so I just put my arm around him to make sure that he did not fall. It is nice having someone who needs me again, he does not realise that I need him too. I know I am not falling in love, as he is my slave, but he is kind of cute too! This smooth body is so sexy it turns me on. I am not going to allow things to progress, as I need some sexual release, but I think his cock needs to heal first. I don't want him to do any damage just because I was not prepared to wait. After showering I was glad he told me that he was going to the other bathroom. Although I am used to smells, I have been in a long term relationship, and we all work the same, but still I thought it was nice that he considered me. I brushed my teeth and as I went to the bed, Graeme went in the shower. I heard him use the deodorant. When he climbed into bed, he I turned off the light and said good night. Graeme I slept very well. I never thought I would enjoy sleeping next to a man, but I feel relaxed. I looked at the bedside clock, master will wake up in a few minutes, I wonder what a man's cock smells like, I don't really like the smell of girl's genitals. I am down by master's cock, all I can smell is soap and there is something else, it does not smell bad at all. Master is cut just like I am now. I suppose I am going to have to get used to sucking a cock, because I have been told I am not allowed to have sex with any girls until I am free. I cannot last so long without sex. Maybe I can learn to enjoy it. I will just take the head in my mouth. This does not taste bad, has a slightly spongy feeling and it feels so smooth. I remember reading those sex stories they always said you have to be careful of your teeth scraping the guys cock, I will be careful. This feels nice, so that is what precum taste like, slightly sweet. Why do girls always say it tastes bad? Master is hard now. He has his hand on my head and is rubbing my head while his other hand is feeling my shoulder, should I stop? No I think I will have to see this through. What do I when he cums? Do I just let it out of my mouth just before? Damn, he is holding my head down. Oh god he is cumming, so much I am going to have to swallow. He has relaxed now. That did not taste too bad, slight salty. Let me lick him clean. When I came back up to the pillow master wrapped his arms around me and gave me a little kiss. I have never kissed a man, but it is better kissing a man than a girl. Did I just think that, I'm straight! I am sure my cock will be soft. Oh no I'm hard! Have I become gay? Ronald I was having this strange dream. My love was with me. Wow, he is giving me a blow job. It feels so real, wait, it is real. It's Graeme! This feels so good. I can feel that he is trying different things using his tongue. That feels so good, I'm going to cum. I held his head onto my cock while cumming, I hope he feels okay about me doing that, what a way to wake up in the morning. He can do that every morning. When Graeme came up from underneath the covers, I just had to hold him. I kissed him, I did not expect him to respond, but he seems to really like kissing. I thought he was straight, I thought that I would have to force him to have sex with me. He must have enjoyed doing it because I can feel his cock against my leg. He must also have shocked himself because I can feel that he is touching his cock, I hope that circumcision thing is okay and it is not causing any problem. I am just going to lie here a little longer and hold Graeme; I am amazed how he is melting into my arms. He suddenly burst into tears. I tried to calm him down, but that took a little while. Eventually, he told me that he was worried about becoming gay. He found it distressing that he had enjoyed giving me a blow-job, and even more that he had gotten aroused while doing it. I asked him why he had done it and then I felt bad. I thought about what he had said and then felt that I needed to reassure him that like when men were jailed they would have sex with each other but when freed went back to their girlfriends. I suggested that he consider his enslavement as a time of experimentation and not get too hung up on being straight or gay. He will just be a horny young man and will have to accept that. Our day ended up being quite enjoyable, Graeme was surprised when I told him to dress after he had cleaned up our breakfast dishes. We went out to look at the property I had brought. He could not believe the size of the old place. He really liked the old music room with a built in mahogany pipe organ. Graeme asked me what this place was, and I told him that it is our new home, well it will be as soon as I have finished with the renovations. I told him that it has twelve bedrooms. Poor Graeme, he looked frightened, he said it was going to take a lot to keep it clean. I smiled and said don't worry there will be others to help with the cleaning. I decided that I needed to be able to tell him what my idea is and why I said that there would be others to help with the cleaning. I explained about the street children and I saw a smile slowly come on to his face. He asked are they going to be slaves. I told him yes, some of them, and the very young ones will just be living here as their home. He asked are they going to be able to force the boys who have become slaves to have sex with them. I said no. I am going to set up rules, because the older boys will be enslaved, but not because they did wrong, but because they need a stable home to call their own. I told him that just like him; they will be enslaved until they are old enough to care for themselves, and that they will all be doing studies together. The idea is that we will use the farm to supply all our own needs. I also discussed that I am going to train Graeme to take over the management of the home, control the expenses and the slaves, because if he was able to do that he would be able to run a care home when he is freed. Writers note: I am enjoying putting my ideas down on paper. The property used in this story is Craigie Hall, 6 Rowan Road, Dumbreck, Glasgow, G41 5BS, feel free to search the property and look at the pictures to get an idea of the property. I am enjoying writing this for you. I have used friends and in some cases friends of friends as inspiration for the people in this story. They will know who they are, but it is not them, just some of the things they say or do. I am also thankful to my friend who I was able to ask about heath issues in order to make this story believable. I would not be able to post this story if it was not for all the hard work put in by my editor Donny. I am dyslexic, so poor Donny has his work cut out. Please remember this story is only that, a story, without your feedback I will not know if I am doing a good job or not. Thanks, Keith